so I will dive
to depths past speech
where all colours are:
and words like weed
trail meaningless
above my head
I could make gifts
from all the colours
spinning, sliding
rainbow round me:
would you take a gift
from me, say red,
or maybe blue?
see how the sunlight
shines them.
we are Ophelia: laugh
or cry my dear,
for this is where we are.
Janet Dube
I wish I could write poetry like this!
http://www.redbubble.com/people/milton/art/1846431-2-so-i-will-dive
lianne
I do too – thanks for the share Milton! Fabulous work.